Happier for it

This is all that remains of the homemade whole wheat crust pizza I made for diner last night (actually this piece disappeared just a few seconds after typing the prior sentence). The pizza was a disaster! The crust was soggy and did not rise and the middle was to thin. The family ate it anyway. Why? I like to think they ate it because they know I tried and they wanted to be supportive. Perhaps they ate it because it was covered in cheese and their just not that discerning when it comes to good pizza.

Either of these options could be true, but a third option remains. It is possible that I am to critical of my own cooking. If that were true then one would have to consider the possibility that there could be lots of things in my life that I am overly critical of. Perhaps my last sermon wasn't mediocre, my last geometry lesson wasn't lacking, and my skill as a parent isn't half as bad as I sometimes believe it is. 

Not everything we do in life has to be perfect for it to be good. So how about I give myself the benefit of the doubt next time I am questioning how a performed at any given task and you can do the same. Together I am sure we will all be much happier for it.